[Elfie]

Username: Elfie, both here and the Fanclub

Name: None know her true name for she has never felt close enough to anyone to tell it. She might not fear the darkness or the unseen, yet the myths and legends she reads have left her with a phobia that her "true" name will allow another to wield power over her. So she has dubbed herself Myth. Why? Because she likes to believe she is a myth amongst the trees.

Gender: Female



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Homeland;
As the deep shadows fill the valley I sigh contently, pines rustle overhead filtering the air with their sweet melody, their soothing aroma. Mist swirls daintily around my paws, dancing around my claws in elegant patterns unique as life itself. Stars twinkle to life, winking, singing, whispering secrets; I raise my head basking in their glow. One word penetrates my mind.
Home.
My Home.
Mystery lies thick in the air, alighting on my fur, radiating from the magical energy which surrounds me. The energy one can only feel when you truly appreciate your dwelling, of safety, of beauty, of adventure. How I love my home, in the night and the cool, the shade and shadow. The breeze weaves through my pelt, swinging my tail in its soft, caressing force.
I hear many speak my name in hushed tones, they think me crazy for longing the night and the peace it brings, the gentle glow of her lunar majesty, the moon, she shines forever in my soul. I hear they say she shines in my gaze, too, I smile wistfully.
They like the noise, the racket, the dishevelled turmoil. But I say, a sound is only truly heard in silence. My home provides me with silence, and thus sound , my home creates warmth in my heart, warmth which can not be replaced by that of another presence, warmth in my love for my home.
They fear the night, and its creatures. Why? They fear what they can not see, I can see, because I know, I feel. Wandering souls lost in the ancient pines call for me, I guide them back silently, darting through the branches I know, I see. Never do they stay for long under my watchful eye, my shining runes, some offer residence. I graciously say no. The paths eliminated by night’s light are my home.
I have runes on my fur. Runes, yes, how I love runes. Cryptic and simplistic, yet beneath their modest appearance lies secrets which tell stories of long ago. Myths I love myths, and my homes provides plenty for me to explore, to piece together, to riddle. I especially love the faerie kind, who frolic in the starlight as I do, I believe in them as part of my home. For they are myth, or so they say.
Legends, Epics, I know them all. I am part of their tales as home forever lives inside my spirit. The spirit of the misty valleys and the cold dark forests. I do not find them cold however, I find them enigmatic and full of life.
Pine needles shift underpaw as I move fluidly beneath their welcoming branches,
Come, let me show you my home.


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~ Moonlight
~ Tranquility
~ Tinkering
~ Books
~ Symbols/ Runes
~ Discovering
~ Clouds
~ Wilderness
~ The Unknown
~ Pine Trees
~ Astronomy
~ Mythology
~ Hooded clothing
~ Music
~ Stories
~ The Sea
~ Fennel
~ Leather
~ Licorice/aniseed

~ Noise
~ Being exposed
~Ignorant people
~ Disrespect
~ Intolerance
~ Fake Fables
~ Idiots
~ Vanilla Icecream
~ Concrete grey
~ Prying Beans
~ Cities
~ Pollutants
~ Technology
~ Fading away
~ Warm weather
~ Attention
~ restriction
~ Borden
~ Sullen individuals
~ Drama

Short Personality:
A mysteriously enigmatic aura accompanies her serene temperament, as such most Jellybean Dragons find her company overwhelming when residing in her cryptic presence, this lends to most avoiding her even when she is in plain view. Myth is elusive preferring the solitude of her own company over a crowded gathering and is subtle and calm in her dealings, this stems from her time alone in the night. Her sentences are always vague and slightly off-putting while her soft melodic voice aids to the effect, she can be downright eerie especially when all one can see are her luminous eyes in the night.
In contrast Myth does on occasion adore speaking and can be rather engaging, even to the point where she can lecture others about her home or the Myths and legends accompanying it. In fact this is her one weak point.
While she is secretive and slightly frightening in a tranquil, night loving way, her nature is by far more caring and compassionate then any Bean could guess, she cares about her home with a surly vengeance and will protect herself and others from the ill effects of Humans. She is apt at negotiation, her words like gilded lilies, and often many fall for her moon filled gaze. Despite her eerie disposition Myth is passionate about her talents and interests, forgiving, and is willing to spare her time for those who wish to learn. Myth is at heart a creature of peace and intuitive feelings, she acts on her gut instincts and has learned to trust her sense of adventure on her never ending quest to discover her true origins.



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Origins:

As clichéd as it sounds Myth did in fact grow up an orphan separated from the main body of Dragon society. Her jelly bean egg wound up in a desolate forest of Wales, England. There she hatched to the accumulated sounds of the night and the soft radiant rays of a full moon, some believe this is how her eye colour first developed into the shining silver hue it is today.
Growing alone Myth had to cultivate a strong mental attitude and learned by watching, listening and feeling, she was aided by various kindly spirits of nature, an encouraging word here, a warning of danger there, a scrap of food on occasion. Growing up was hard for Myth and she soon learned to trust the security of night’s shadow.
Somewhere in her early teens she began to yearn for her origins, where did she come from, were there others like her, what were those strange two-legged creatures she sometimes saw wondering into her home? This quest for knowledge led her into a deep passion for history, more accurately medieval myths. By the time she reached her early adult years her knowledge about her own home was infinite, not only did she understand and know the history of Humans, but of the very land she stood on. However she failed to unearth any writings on her own species, or the strange symbols on her forepaws, for Myth was convinced they meant something about her life. Led by her thirst for this knowledge she jumped on a voyage across the seas to a place she only knew as Scananavia, in fact she charted her course as one the Vikings of old embarked centuries before her.
For the past four years she lived in the ancient forests surrounding Norway alarming the local Jelly Bean dragon population, even though she’s lived in England for most of her life she feels all of Scandinavia her true home. And while Myth has discovered many knew myths closely tied to her own home country she has yet to learn what her forepaw symbols mean.
Perhaps this is a key to her true origin.

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Art:
Unfortunately I haven't the means or the materials to draw digital or traditional art. However if I win I plan on turning this girl into a posable art doll ^u^

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[Sullivan Maurus]

: Username :
Amxen no.XV
"One who owns none,but seeks to own one."

: Name :
Xion
"A puppet,an experiment.Nothing more."

: Gender :
Female
"Or as some call her,an 'It'."

: Homeland :
"In this place,to find is to lose and to lose is to find.That is the way of things in Castle Oblivion."
Yes,its true.In a place home to memories and tails untold,the puppet named Xion was created.She has but a memory of this place,but its fuzzy.Her memories are not her own,and to some,she is another person.Her memories are triggered by the sound of the surf.She seeks to know where she came from,and tries so hard to get back there.However,her efforts so far have failed.Does she return home,or leave her friends behind?A Nobody doesnt have feelings,so she knows not what to do.She cant return anyway,for the Superior will send her friends after her.
Castle Oblivion is located not in light nor darkness,but in the twilight in between.Other names for it include The Land Of Departure and The Haunted Mansion.Its main name,though,remains Castle Oblivion.The sort way of saying it is CO.Upon entering,one loses all powers and abilities.As they progress,they also lose memories,bringing forth the true memories found deep within their hearts.
Xion has no memory of her home,so she cant have any favorite things about it.However,she misses that past she left there.She wonders if her home holds the key to her creation.Secrets are being kept from her,and Xion doesnt like that.Why does she keep getting stronger?She doesnt know,and she never will.For,you see,every puppet must be eliminated.

Most likely wont be able to finish my form.

[Direaty]

A V E L I N Ehhhhhhhh de hhhhhhhhG R A N D P R E

the
P I R A T E

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The Main Form;;

Username:

Direaty

Direarty on the JBD FC and currently a non-owner.

Name:

“Hello there. My name is Aveline de Grandpre, but just
call me Ave. It’s just what I prefer.”

Gender:

“If you can’t tell which normally people can’t due to my
manliness at sometimes I’m a female.”

Homeland:

I know nothing about Aveline’s homeland so I’ll let her tell you.
“Thank you. Yes well I was born and raised in Florence, Italy.
It is a beautiful place that has many churches, and amazing art is
shown off every day there. I used to climb up the church steeples, and just sit at the top staring out across the densely packed city."
"It was breathtaking. You could see all the way to my favorite spot to run away and hide at. The Duomo a huge building with an orange dome and an area at the top that is perfect for practicing my sword skills. The dome is perfectly shaped so I would have to train my feet to move with the dome while carefully using my sword.”

"Do I miss my home? Well no. This is only because I have never been able to settle down, and stop moving. I always see adventures and I go after them no matter how far away they will take me or how long it will take me to finish them, or not at all and die trying. The only thing I miss about Florence. Okay there is more than one thing. They would probably be the bridges over Arno, or the crowded streets with venders and hopeless travelers that are perfect for pit pocketing. Also the aroma of sharp spices. That tinged the air with their delightful and adventurous smell. Oh! How could I forget the hilarious acts of people trying to drive their cars down the tightest roads, or the people that would push through crowds. They would make me laugh so hard.”

"One of my fondest memories is going to the Galleria degli Uffizi. My favorite fine art, painting and sculpture museums. I had waited for hours in the ling line outside the large door. With my ticket in my hand holding it tightly with anticipation and nervousness. Walking I was slammed with the smell of old paintings and dust. The smells I adored. My claws were clicking against the floor as I walked across the corridor. I could smell the cafe where others gathered to sit and rest their paws from all the walking to see all the painting, and sculptures. I gazed at all the painting and sculptures carefully assessing the skill it must have taken to make them. I didn't leave until seven hours later the day completely gone, but the time was spent wisely and I enjoyed every minute of it."
"The food is amazing in Florence with all its mellow cheeses, and grilled meats. Though I have tried many of them one stands above the rest. Baccala, or dried cod. I catch the cod myself, and I have to sit them out for four days to get the extra salt off of them. The wait is well worth it in the end. I soak them for fifteen days before pounding them into flakes. I mix spices into the fish giving them an amazing zing. I love the taste, but it takes a long time so its one of the foods I only eat on special occasions."

“But the call of the ocean and waves drew me away from all these things that I adored. To fill me with new ones that would fill my mind with information and imagination with all these new places that I traveled to on my boat.

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The Extras;;

Personality;;

Aveline is a strong and stubborn bean. Who holds to her morals, and beliefs. She got this from being reckless in her past. Aveline's sass and wit stands out as if there is a thorn among soft downy feathers. On the opposite side of that she has an immense amount of charm, but she uses it wisely. Ave can be very serious in situations that require and demand it. She is in a perfect balance with her femininity, but doesn't always let it show. She doesn't just want to be another pretty girl in the ranks, but a strong woman. Aveline is practical in a way that doesn't have her dressing up extravagantly or uncomfortably, but so that it is functional and useful when it needs to be. Aveline is a very independent strong willed person in all.

Her Quirks;;

Aveline doesn't like to be wrong, or told what to do. She will hold to her own opinion even if i is wrong until she is proven wrong. This makes her hard to trust people, and associate with other people that also a strong will. Just because she will argue with them when she thinks they are wrong. Aveline has a tendency to overcompensate for some things like when she is free running, or practicing her close combat skills making her stumble and fall at sometimes. She has a strong sense of dry humor, and loves to crack jokes in awkward situations making the situation worse.

Weapons of Choice;;

Aveline's Sugarcane Machete
She uses her machete in close combat with opponents, or just for practicing by herself.

Hidden blade.
Aveline uses her blade for fighting when she is startled, or when she needs a weapon, but has limited areas to put it.

Her favorite hat.
Not really a weapon, but you never know.

Various Basic Information;

Aveline is born on June 20th. She is a Gemini also. Ave is now in her late twenties so she is still learning from others on how to take care of herself, and keep her life organized. Aveline is strait or at least she believes so. Ave has a habit of chewing on her nails if she is stressed or thinking a lot. Aveline has a job protecting and making sure every bean is safe. She dislikes some things. Like vegetables, heights, rudeness, other beans with no manners, and a lot of heat. Aveline has many likes though to many to list. She likes the ocean above all, outdoors, fish because that is mostly what she lives on, big fast boats, her favorite that she carries everywhere with her, and cool fresh air. She loved the marking on her legs. They remind her so much of her home when she looks at them she remembers all of the memories that she holds close to her heart.

Marking representation.


Her outfit.

Art;;

Aveline by the ocean..

[dogish]

Username;
Kaylee~

Name;
Darcy

Gender;
Female

Homeland;
England

WIP<3

[ShrimpSundae]

Username;
Name;
Gender; Female
Homeland;

Ahh reserve! <3

[LeavingCSgoodbye]

Username; { Jack Frost }
Name; Aleta - Latin - Traveler.
Gender; Female
Homeland; United Kingdom.

[gecko]

Beautiful bean but just not for me sorry <33

[kittu]

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Username;
The Blu Kittu
Name;
Oswin
Gender;
Female
Age;
34
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Hometown;
London
Written as a sort of Journal entry.
I was never able to see the cities. It has always just been,
you may say, a big, dark box, in which I could feel so many wonderful things,
and hear amazing sounds, yet I never have 'seen' anything. However, I do know
many things, many more than you would expect of a bean whose eyes could
not show them the way. I know, for an example, that I've been terribly sad
ever since I was forced to leave the city of London and seek a new home.
Ever since I moved to America, and begun to live with Pollenia, who has been
as kind as any bean possibly could. I shall always miss the loud jeers of the cars
rushing by my apartment, and all the wonderful smells of each store, though most
of all I miss the cold bliss of the snow which would, as I heard others saying, cover
London in a wonderfully white blanket of snow. The telephone boxes had always
been a ball of fun to sit by, listening to the melodic rings of the phones, and the soft
close and shut of the doors. The rest of my hometown was fun as well, though I could
never say I loved anything more than simply sitting on a bench, or walking down the
streets, stopping to sniff or listen at a few shops. Being in my little living space was
always kind to me as well, though I must say some of the television shows struck me
as a tad bit odd, I mean, Doctor Who? In all the years I had lived in London, there had
never been any attack of aliens, or ancient blue box coming to the rescue, but I will admit,
listening to the Doctor and his companions run around through time and space on the
tele was terribly fun. Now, I think we should know more of the outside of London, no?
There were many more sounds than simply those of the Telephone boxes, or the many
shops and cars, more smells as well. I shall forever miss the noise made by the ferris
wheel, or as most will have called it, the London eye. The sounds the wheel makes as it
runs are loud and screechy, and sometimes a tad bit annoying. In the streets, the smell
of smoke can be a bit overwhelming as well, but there is also the occasional little whiff of
someone's lunch, or maybe some flowers, once I even scented some horses!
For now though, I'll simply have to be saddened by each passing day away from the place
in which I was born, as the apartment I had called my home is being rebuilt, though,
maybe someday, I'll grow to love living here, with Pollenia, and perhaps even buy
my own new house.
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To go into full out detail of her old home shall be easier for me perhaps, so I'll write down here what the
place was fully like. Oswin did indeed live in London, just a few miles down away from the London eye.
Her apartment was small, and often had a bit of mold growing in the corners of the ceiling, eventually
growing enough to force Oswin to move out and seek a place elsewhere to stay, knowing little about how
she would never again hear the clash of metal upon metal from the ferris wheel she so loved to listen to.
Some beans also find her a bit hard to understand now as well, for she has a really heavy british accent
which she can't seem to get rid of. Back to London now, her favorite thing there, of course, was the winter
and the snow. Its simply just not the same here in America now, but she still enjoys the white cold powder.
There were also the nice curve top benches, which she would curl up on the top of, and the warming lamps
which lined the streets. Oswin especilly loved each of the shops that lined the streets as well, the sweet shops,
the clothes shops, and even a little candle shop in which she would stop by every once in awhile to help out the
owner (as the scents are easy for her to pick out.) There was also the occasional horse drawn carriage, as quite
a few people still enjoyed them more than the loud, stinking cars which flooded Oswin's hometown with the smell
of gasoline every minute of the day. Often times it would be a bit to.. well, 'stinking' outside to be out in the city
until after nightfall, which she enjoyed anyways, curling up under the bright sky which she couldn't see, but still
imagined in her head over and over, often telling another bean what she thought it looked like (They usually made
a few corrections, like 'The moon is bright too!' or 'What do you mean by the stars look a bit like squares in your ideas?!').
Further on, there isn't much else really, maybe things like 'the wind that blew through the city, bringing the scent of
the ocean with it' or how she hated how some beans would bring their dogs with them into some of the nicest stores
she knew. But there is one thing to be sure of now, Oswin shall never ever forget her old home, the best of homes.

[honee bee]

^^ Click to go to her page. ^^

[pIanted]

reserve with the name Cayla or Esmeralda
Username; Lucky Cerise
Name;
Gender; Female
Homeland; Russia